Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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For the crossing star, the tolerance of Du Jiusheng is already very high.

But what he doesn't like, never say the second time.

He has said this many times about this matter.

This time the tone was exceptionally cold, and the sinister ferry star unconsciously stepped back.

"brother……"

"I have other things after playing, you go back." His eyebrows were scornful, and Yu Guang was still in the dusty body: "Don't wait for me."

The sound fell, he put his hands in his pocket and walked in the direction of the background.

One of the concerts is called 'Fighting', which is another way to welcome the freshman.

The school that held the concert was also very smart. I know that this time the transfer students or the freshmen, two people are very popular.

One is to ferry nine, one is Luo Qianmu.

On the other hand, the pianos of both of them are very high. Two people perform the finale of the "Football", and the viewing is sure to be excellent.

At the beginning, I didn't care about crossing my life. I just wanted to play it symbolically.

But when he knew that the other party was Luo Qianmu, he did not intend to play it symbolically.

Some inexplicable vanity wants to burn in the heart, although when he comes to the stage, his surface looks so light and light.

The fans in the audience have already cheered again and again, and all kinds of whispered discussions have started suddenly.

"Ah! The two male gods are competing on the same stage. It is really a missed year, no next year!"

"It’s just that there is no next year, and there is no chance anymore!"

"Hey, do you think that the school of nine students is more handsome, or that the school is more handsome!"

"Of course, it’s a school of nine students! I like the kind of male **** who seems to be abstinent, want to hug!"

"...Hold you a big ghost, I think the school is more handsome, it looks warmer, more gods!"

......

The broken thoughts of Xiaomeimei always sound like the same. Kolo does not know why, inexplicably feels happy in my heart.

After all, the two men who praised them in their mouths seemed to be related to her.

One of them has even a tens of thousands of worlds.

"噔噔噔噔-"

When the lights on the stage were dark, Luo Qianmu first placed his fingertips on the black and white keys of the piano.

Probably because of the constant rise in my mind, I said that I want to go home to eat.

No one can starve to his sister when he is hungry, so he wants to play it quickly.

The song he chose was particularly gentle, flowing and sounding like a quiet piano.

About ten seconds, Du Jiusheng did not start playing.

Until the eleventh second -

“Hey, hey, hey—” Eight fingers fell on the piano keys at the same time.

Almost in an instant, Du Jiusheng used a very special momentum to completely cover the piano sound of Luo Qianmu.

"Wow----"

Sitting in the opposite side, Luo Qianmu stunned, music has no boundaries.

Although he couldn't see anything from the face of Du Jiusheng, he could hear it from his music...

He is full of hostility towards him.

why? I obviously don’t know each other, but why the other party is full of hostility towards myself.

Is it because of the title of 'school grass'?

But for the title of school grass, he can not care about it.

Luo Qianmu gently rubbed his eyebrows, and the temper turned, adding to the strength of his fingers.